At 7:20 PM, Yan Feifan arrived at the office of Dr. Tan Qiu in the psychiatry department.
Dr. Tan, who had been privately voted by many of the hospital's reserved male doctors as its foremost intellectual beauty, put down her tablet, stretched, and rose from her seat.
"Mr. Yan, please have a seat. Would you like something to drink?"
Yan Feifan shook his head. "Thank you, but I've already eaten and had plenty to drink. I'm fine!"
He showed no intention of sitting down and asked, "Dr. Tan, was there anything wrong with Wang Dongdong's psychological evaluation?"
Yan Feifan added worriedly, "Usually, when patients come for a pre-cosmetic surgery psychological evaluation, it's handled by residents or attending physicians."
"For you to handle it personally this time… are her issues that serious?"
Tan Qiu took a carton of milk from the refrigerator and poured herself a glass.
